Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

So here’s what I’m thinking this poem is about. Her father was gone before she had grown past being a little girl. He was a nazi. When she was little she saw him like all little girls see their fathers, this big god, or statue as she calls him, that has no flaw and cannot be defeated. As she grew up he wasn’t there for her to see his flaws, so she still sees him as this ideal that controls her life. Even though he’s gone and the villagers are stamping on his corpse. They didn’t like him, so he must have some flaws. She just can’t see them because he wasnever there.

The part about a model of him with a Meinkampf look… Does she see Hitler as a sort of scapegoat father? Did she look to the media and see Hitler and associate him with her dad because her father was a Nazi?